Holiday: Halloween (Two Days Later)

Weaver's p.o.v

I notice my eight year old son wandering off. Wearing a Thomas The Train costume, he is cute and

yet an easy target. I grab him before a stranger snatches him. We live in a safe neighborhood, but

I keep my guard up anyway. I hold and squeeze Solomon's hand very tightly. I don't want any harm

to come to my sweet precious boy. Although I am decades older than him, he considers me to be

cool.